System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Your Highness—"

"The Goddess of Hope holds the power of hope and despair, and I am responsible for carrying that hope."

"And you, will swallow that huge despair, and then become—no, with me, break through the shackles of thousands of years, and reach the sixth level of the demigod level."

When she said this, the expression on Sharon's face could not restrain her madness. She greedily looked at Syl in front of her, and murmured:

"Breathtakingly beautiful."

"Thanks for the gift of the goddess, you are the most perfect container, Syl."

"Your perfect body, coupled with my holy soul, the shackles of being a demigod will no longer exist-may hope be with us."

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PS:

I still owe the last chapter, and I still owe 13~

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[1. Cats are very evil, especially black cats. When I was a child, I saw a big black cat knock off the ears of a mouse on a motorcycle]

[2. Hearthstone Tavern Joke - The wild boars are fierce in the early stage, but the wild boars are good at the later stage. 】

【(MMP! After beating for a few days, it was full of wild boars, the child is about to vomit!)】

[3. Tiger poison does not eat its offspring. Experts suggest that when you encounter a tiger in the wild, you can kneel down and recognize its father. 】

——Good night~

Chapter 156 Chapter 150 Is this a trick that carbon-based organisms can come up with? (6000 word chapter)

"Yes, you are too holy sister."

Syl didn't know what to say, so he just stretched out his right hand and gave Sharon a thumbs up in front of him.

People in this world don't have the habit of praising others with their thumbs, so Sharon didn't respond to Syl's actions.

Instead, he frowned slightly because of Syl's words.

Syl in front of him didn't have any expression of fear at all...

Instead some...

joking?

Sharon let go of the hand holding Syl's chin, watched Syl shake his head slightly, and said:

"I knew you shouldn't be allowed to stay in the Ibiza district for so long. Their vulgarity will desecrate your identity."

"You want to sacrifice me?" Syl raised his eyebrows and looked at Sharon provocatively.

At this time, she was completely tearing her face, and Searle no longer had the patience to continue playing this kind of pretending game with her.

Searle concluded that Sharon could not do anything to herself now, so she was able to provoke her so recklessly.

"Sacrifice? This is not a sacrifice." Sharon shook her head and explained with a smile, "This is a glorious evolution, and this is the only way to get close to the goddess..."

"You seem to be in a hurry." Syl's smile became more and more kind. Syl raised his head and met Sharon's eyes without fear, and met her eyes, and said with a smile, "Are you afraid of being discovered by others? For example, Archbishop Ashara, or Say other churches."

"Heh, when the promotion is successful, others will naturally follow suit...Sandy, don't let the saint leave this room." Sharon clearly showed displeasure on her face, she waved her robe, and immediately Turning around and leaving, he didn't intend to continue talking to Syl.

Syl looked at Sharon's back indifferently, and watched her push open the door and leave the room. After a long time, she sighed softly.

Searle was afraid that if he continued to chat with Sharon, he would be angry, so he directly provoked Sharon with words to get rid of Sharon first.

After all, in Sharon's eyes, she was already a dead person. No one would think that a saint of the second holy order could escape from the hands of a pope of the fifth holy order.

In fact, Syl didn't know if he could escape this disaster.

If it really doesn't work, at the end of the day, Seale may have to use his last resurrection card.

That is to use the young dragon's transformation, then abandon Bai's body, and rebirth in the officer's body.

In this way, Searle can gain some breathing time and space for a short time.

But as long as the holy seal is still on the saint, Sharon will have a way to track it down.

"Ugh......"

Syl raised his right hand and looked at the complicated holy seal engraved on his right hand. The inscriptions on it seemed to be flowing with life.

It was originally a status symbol, but now it has become an obstacle for Syl to escape.

Moreover, what Sharon said just now made Syl slightly worried.

Let the people of Ibiza fall from hope to deeper despair so as to gain strength...

No need to think about it, this plan is definitely the kind that will do great harm to the people of Ibiza, and it will take a lot of people to die to calm it down.

Syl suddenly felt a little helpless, and faced with such a crushing situation, Syl didn't know what to do.

Even without that kind of peeping gaze now, it would be difficult for Esir to make any decent resistance with his own ability.

Do you want to give Sharon a hand of redemption?It's a good idea, but it's impossible for me to get close to Sharon.

Perhaps Sharon's countermeasures had already acted on Searle the moment the holy light in his hand lit up.

The higher the level, the qualitative change in the gap between each level, which Searle has a very deep understanding of through the evolution card.

Not to mention the extremely different decks of the dragon versus other cards, even the newly promoted clown's ability strength has skyrocketed.

But there is still a long way to go from the fifth step...

Syl took a deep breath, and reached out to touch the pocket of his robe. Two bottles of reagents and a stone were lying quietly in Syl's pocket.

In his heart, Searle asked silently:

"Miss Doctor, can you do me a favor?"

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The border of the Great Sayan Empire was a place full of yellow sand and no grass grew. Now, the entire border is being baked by the scorching sun.

Violent wind and sand swept through the crude defense line of the border, and there was a small oasis not far from the defense line, and this was the only small town within a hundred miles of the border—Kemira Town.

An unexpected visitor came to Kemila Town today.

A stream of pure white light descended rapidly from the sky, and landed next to a dilapidated church with great momentum, splashing dust all over the sky.

"Who...who?" A small cry came from inside the church that was severely eroded by wind and sand, "Who is here?"

If you look carefully, you can find a small hole in the door of the church, and the people inside observe the scene outside through this small hole.

"Me." The light dissipated, and a figure covered in black robes appeared on the spot.

"Sister Ashara~"

"The archbishop is back!"

The door was pushed open, and a woman wearing a white hope robe, even her face was wrapped in a white cloth, came out of the church.

And behind her, there were several children who were also wrapped in robes.

Covering the whole body in this way can effectively prevent strong wind and sand from scratching the skin, and also prevent sand from blowing into the eyes or mouth.

Ashara looked at the few people in front of her and nodded, then she frowned slightly.

She raised her head slightly, looked at the tallest nun in front of her, and asked doubtfully, "What's the situation?"

"The situation?" The nun was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "There is no special situation, and the sand bandits have not come here, and the territory is safe."

"Monster?" Ashara took a slight step forward and continued to ask.

Her voice sounded a little anxious, and there was a bad feeling, circling in her mind.

"Monster?!" The nun was frightened and took a step back when she heard the word, and asked tremblingly, "Where is it?"

"No?" Ashara frowned tightly, and the next moment, her figure disappeared in place, without giving the nuns who stayed in place a little time to react.

The next moment, Ashara's figure appeared in front of the mayor's mansion. The mayor here is also a noble baron, and this town is his territory.

But similar to Ashara, they are all semi-exiled to this place where no shit, and basically don't have much rights.

The mayor's mansion is still a bit big. Although it is on the border, the cards are indispensable.

But Ashara didn't have the patience to wait for the servant to report.

Ashara closed her eyes slightly, perceiving everything in the mansion, suddenly, she seemed to sense something, quickly opened her eyes, and locked on to one of the rooms.

Almost without any hesitation, Ashara clenched her fist, and the next moment appeared at the locked position just now.

Ashara teleported into the study room. In the study room at this moment, only an elderly man was sitting in it, tremblingly flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

"Isn't this Lord Ashara..." Not surprised that Ashara came, the old man closed the book in his hand, and asked cheerfully, "Is there anything you need to ask me, old man?" ... junior?"

The old baron, who always liked to call himself an old man, seemed to know that the person in front of him was much older than himself, so he temporarily changed his rhetoric.

"Recently, monster in town?" Ashara stared at the old baron and asked, "Urgent, letter?"

"Monsters? There are no monsters. Ever since Ashara came to my territory, there have been no monsters." The old baron stroked his beard and said doubtfully, "But recently, the one I often use to seal The seal is indeed missing."

Ashara's lips trembled slightly, and she unconsciously whispered a name: "Syl..."

This name seemed to activate Ashara, the whites of her eyes instantly turned into pure black, and the tentacles of holy light on her back swelled.

Ashara's figure gradually floated up, the black robe all over her body fluttered without wind, she stretched out her right hand to hold it, and an ultra-long holy spear emitting pure streamer appeared in her hand.

"Sha... Lun—"

This name seemed to be forcefully squeezed out of Ashara's mouth, but one could feel the extreme anger inside.

In the shocked eyes of the old baron, there was a bang, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the study instantly shattered, and Ashara's figure also disappeared in place, only a gust of wind was brought about.